Monday, August 31, 2009
Nothing can seem quite as stressful as loading into the car, driving to the local grocery mega-mart, attempting to locate the one cart in a sea of 57 that does not have a squeaky wheel, finding needed items, saying "No" approximately 2,251 times if shopping with children, purchasing groceries, racing home before the ice cream melts, and then realizing upon unloading all the goods that somehow three of the most desperately needed items were never purchased...(to read more, please go here)
Playing outside on the driveway...sister making brother pull her in the wagon. At home, she makes him push her in our Little Tikes cozy coupe. I hope her future husband is a patient, patient man....
As discussed on another post, the family enjoyed a day on the lake in the family boat. I am not a huge fan of boating and was nervous about taking two small children out on the lake, but I survived. Everyone had a blast and both kids really loved their time on the "ocean".
Isaac was all about helping drive the boat, pull in the tubers and inspecting things on the dock when we fueled up with gas. Such a boy.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Then a few months later, I became pregnant with Evelyn and shortly after that (nine months to be exact) she arrived and the days have been filled ever since. It is typically good busyness, not always so "mommy-ish" and is entirely different from those early days of just being home with a sweet little baby.
Take today for example.
Today I have driven back (hopefully successfully and with little drama...I am actually typing this on Thursday evening and setting it to post on Friday afternoon.) to casa de phillips from my hometown. I have navigated six hours in the car with two small children. I have likely reminded myself that a dear friend has driven six hours in the car with three small children (one a nursing infant) and a dog, so therefore I can do it with just my little crew. I have also likely eaten my weight in teddy grahams.
Upon arriving home, my crew will be sent off for naps (my children appear to be unable to sleep in the car. Odd, huh? Even as babies they never slept in the car.) while I unpack the car. I will then turn around and repack the car with a variety of things I am selling in a local consignment sale.
In the late afternoon the husband will arrive home. I will greet him warmly considering we have been apart for three days. I will then set off to drop-off my items at said consignment sale and then work a four hour shift at said consignment sale.
I most likely will sleep a very deep sleep tonight.
On Saturday I will arise early to partake of the grocery shopping because the cupboards are beyond bare at casa de phillips. The husband will get his hair cut. Then we will pack a tasty lunch and set out for the local pool. It will be the last pool day of the summer of 2009 so we hope to enjoy it greatly.
After a few hours in the sun, we will head back home to put the children down for naps. I will change clothes quickly and leave for the consignment sale. There I will stake my claim in line and wait patiently for my turn to shop.
Many bargains will be found and I will return home to a family in need of supper and attention. Children will be fed, bathed, and put to bed and the husband will start the laundry. Perhaps I will unpack. Or put the groceries away. Or stare at the wall mumbling senseless phrases.
It is a good busy, a blessing to be able to partake in a variety of events in the next 72 hours.
But it is a whirlwind.
What kind of whirlwind is blowing through your life right now?
As I mentioned above, the children and I were out of town this whole past week. I didn't say much on the blog as to prevent thieves from attempting to steal our one lone television or my $7 clock radio (the laptop, ipods and jewelery are with us...sorry!). So, yes we have been out of town and are back home now.
I have been dying to share a few pictures from our week. Here are just a few from our family adventure on the lake. Details and stories to follow soon...
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Surveying this group of women (and one lone man) that had convened in the halls of the Plano Centre, one might think these mamas were getting ready to begin a 5k race or compete in a great physical feat of motherhood. No one would suspect these women were preparing to do some serious back-to-school shopping..(To read more, go here)
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
For a mama who had visions of thick hair and large bows (and who happened to be just a tiny bit sleep deprived), such discoveries in the morning were a bit much.
Tobe and I contemplated shaving her sweet little head because she was starting to resemble a balding man with hair only growing on the sides. Fortunately we held off on that decision and were pleasantly surprised when hair began filling in on Miss E.'s crown once again.
Two years later and Miss E. is still attempting to grow that hair. Although her baldy days are far behind us, we are still waiting for patches of her hair to catch up with their fellow follicles.
Even in her toddler state, Miss E. has a bit of a love/hate relationship with her hair. She comes by it naturally as her mother has found herself in the same boat many a day. Upon waking, one of the first commands out of E.'s mouth are "Where's my bow?" as she uses a pudgy hand to push the stray hair from her eyes. Her bedhead is a sight to behold, with long strands of it masking her face while the back portion sticks straight up.
I can pretty much guarantee her that she will never be a "wash and go" type gal, with easily manageable hair that can simply be combed and look fabulous for the day (Her father just groaned over that sentiment, as it means one day he will be sitting around waiting on two people to fix their hair before anyone can leave the house).
Often times, I will grab E.'s hair into a bunch, slap a bow in it, and let her find her spot at the breakfast table. After the standard whole wheat waffle and yogurt have been consumed (yes, she has eaten the same breakfast every morning since the beginning of time. Yes, we keep Stonyfield Farms in business), she gets dressed and enters the bathroom to have the hair tamed.
The hair styling process is relatively simple. I ask E. if she would like one bow or two and occasionally let her choose the color. Then I hand her an empty medicine cup, turn the sink on low and get to work.
I begin the process by wetting the hair and then attempting to undo the bird's nest that she apparently works so hard on for eight hours a night to achieve on the back of her head. Then I pull out a little product (she likely is the only kid at preschool sporting name brand product in her hair...but it works, people) and the torture brush.
I then get to work attempting to coax surly hair strands into some sort of order while trying to convince E. that this is the MOST. Fun. Ever. I silently groan over the fact that the left side of her hair wants to flip out (just like her mama's) while the right side obediently goes the correct direction. After a brief session with the brush of torture, I fix the bows and send a bouncy little girl out the door.
Tuesday morning as we were nearing the end of this process, E. looked up and examined herself in the mirror. I watched her study her own reflection carefully, eyeing the girl that stared back. As I was putting the finishing touches on the requested hairstyle of pigtails that morning, I watched that studious expression turn positively gleeful as my little girl exclaimed, "Oh Mommy, I have long hair now!"
Welcome to the maddening world of hair, little girl. There will be days when it looks so radiant (such as Tuesday as it was held back in perky red bows) that it will cause you to smile every time you glimpse your reflection in a passing mirror. There will be other days when you will wonder why it is not straight or curly or long or short or blonder or darker. Then there will be those dark days when I most likely will convince you to take on some hairstyle, claiming it suites your face shape. Those will likely be very dark days, as you silently curse the hairstyle your mother forced upon you.
For now, simply enjoy those pigtails, baby girl. You wear them so well.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
What Elementary school teachers want parents to know
What High School teachers want parents to know
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Meal Plan: Shelley
Household notebook: Tzel
Congratulations to the above winners! I wish I had enough to give to everyone...but I don't. However, I do have ONE more thing to give-away next week after I *hopefully* make a big reveal of one more organization project I have been working one.
For the winners above, please email me your address at email@example.com and I will get your prize in the mail to you!
Thanks for everyone's participation!
Friday, August 14, 2009
We enjoyed our time there (along with the other 12 people in attendance...not really a busy place) and even survived the summer heat. The children took a boat out for a spin
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Fortunately I think her address book may have recovered considering the fact the husband and I have lived in the same place for seven years now.
Just in case one of you owns an address book filled with jumbled scribbles and tattered pages, I am giving away a new address book by Parents magazine. This feisty orange book is a great place to house all of one's important address and phone numbers. It is small enough to fit inside a bag or to store in the car (although I never advocate talking on the phone and driving. I am just saying.). The address book also comes with a one year subscription to Parents magazine.
For a chance to win this great address book, leave a comment and let me know how many moves you have made over the last ten years. Winners will be drawn randomly on Saturday morning. Again, feel free to enter as many as these give-aways as you want this week. Comments close Friday evening.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
They appear to be the standard laundry room cabinet set-up.
However, when one decides to open said cabinets one likely fears for one's life. Take a look for yourself...
Apparently we fear a light bulb shortage here at casa de phillips because the whole left side of the second shelf is light bulbs. The crazy this is that we use halogen bulbs that are supposed to last for years so the stockpiling of lighting equipment really makes no sense at all.
I am not against Mommy blogging (obviously) nor am I against all the advertising and give-aways done through such websites (I am hosting a few giveaways myself this week...Stay Tuned!). Because this is a relatively new advertising source, there have been no restrictions placed on blogs.
Word is that change is coming to the blogworld. Some mommy bloggers have taken the initiative to demonstrate that their blogs are 100% genuine...that they are simply telling their story, conveying information, or providing a service to their readers. They may or may not accept ad revenue, they may or may not host giveaways, and they may or may not have sponsors. They may have 7,000 readers or only being writing for an audience of five. Regardless of how they are blogging, they want the world to understand that their blog is truthful and being presented with integrity.
If you happen to blog, consider signing the "Blog with Integrity" pledge and grabbing a button for your blog.
I am getting off my soapbox to resume the organization project I began this morning. I hope to have it finished by this afternoon, especially if the husband intends on getting into the house from the garage.
Giveaway information coming soon....
Sunday, August 09, 2009
Doing so reminded me that summer is coming to a fast end over the next few weeks. Isaac is counting down the days until September and to when he can go back to school (what can I say..the boy loves him some school). There are a few projects I meant to accomplish around the house this summer that have yet to be completed. This week I am going to attempt to knock out a few of those.
I plan on blogging said projects and their finished result, hopefully posting a few pictures along the way. Also during the week I have a few things to GIVEAWAY! Yippee!
Be sure to check in this week to see what I am doing around the house and have a chance to win something great.
Thanks for all the hair suggestions. I still have not come to a conclusion as to when and how I will cut my hair...other than definitely deciding that I will not use one of my husband's friends as a hairstylist nor resort to purchasing the bob-in-a-box (thanks, anonymous for that tip. Unfortunately I cannot cut paper in a straight line.). By the way, doesn't everyone love how my mom always signs her comments "MOM". She always signed notes like that as well. So cute how such a handwriting trait has carried over to the Internet...
I'll let you know when a hair decision has been made. Today one child managed to get a Little People helicopter stuck in the hair while another moved a large section of it to lay down next to me. How does Crystal Gale cope?
Friday, August 07, 2009
Thursday, August 06, 2009
- The children may not recognize me with short hair. Despite the fact they are 4 and 2 and incredibly smart, they have only known me with long hair. What if they wonder who this strange, short-haired lady is roaming around the house bemoaning the fact she can no longer sport a ponytail? (By the way, do not dare refer to Isaac as being 3 years of age. I made the mistake at the pool yesterday as we were entering and he was not happy with me for placing him in such a baby age bracket. Sorry, dude.)
- My hairstylist refuses to cut my hair. Seriously. She knows I have been growing it out and knows I will eventually come in to have it all cut-off. She has clearly stated she will not and cannot be the one to cut it. (She will, however, cut it into a style once the length has been removed.)
- I do not have a good hairstyle in mind as a replacement style. Any suggestions? I need something that can be pulled out of my face for when I work-out, yet something just a bit sassy. Thoughts? Ideas?
I have included the random pictures of myself simply to illustrate how long the hair is at this point in time. Some of these shots are a few months old, so tack on about an inch and you can determine how long it is in real life.
Is it time for a cut? Should I just keep growing it for a few more months? Any hairstyles y'all are digging right now that would be a good option for me?
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Monday, August 03, 2009
When the next catalog arrived in the mail (I think we must get one a week during the summer), I quietly tucked it away until our next car trip where it will serve as a form of extreme entertainment for those two. No catalogs were needed anymore anyway, because I had decided upon a theme for Isaac's 4th birthday.
This year we celebrated turning "4" by transforming our living room into an art studio.
Let's allow some pictures to tell the story, shall we?
On the lookout for party guests....
These blondies have been friends since the beginning. It is likely they will never be roommates at ACU like their mamas (can you say "controversy"?), however they are good buddies.
Invitations included a pack of crayons and instructions to color and bring the enclosed coloring sheets. We then hung everyone's art work along a clothesline in our living room. I had ribbons to pass out for the art, but forgot about them until hours after the party ended. Oops.
Isaac decorated his own cake this year, with a little help from me. The plan was for children to decorate cupcakes with icing and candy...but we opted to just decorate with candy at the last minute.
I do not even know what is going on in this picture.....